#para:hunter

[thehuntison]

Celebration|| NYE Group Para

Hunter arrived at the Seb’s building, where the apartment he shared, had shared, with Sebastian on New Years Eve, before the party was set to begin.  Since returning from Caifornia with Jay, Hunter had opted to just take his bag to Jay’s and stay with his boyfriend who was still a little more easily exhausted since the holidays.  Hunter still had wished he’d been able to convince Jay to come with him, but had to respect Jay’s feelings.  Hunter was wearing dark brown dress pants, a pair of leather loafers and had on a thin, fitted cashmere sweater in cream.  

Hunter reached for the doorknob and stopped, raising his hand to knock first.  He waited, and then turned the knob.  “Seb, salut,” he called out, wiping his loafers on the mat in the front hall and hanging up his coat in the closet.  

@sebastianmartinsmythe​

[southsidepey]

New Shading Partners

Who: Peyton July & Hunter Clarington @northsideclarington. With mentions of @northsidesebastian

When: Monday, November 4th 2019

Where: The Secret Garden

Notes: Hunter stops in to get some flowers, but both Hunter and Peyton are in for a surprise. There’s also mild shade thrown at Seb.

Triggers: Violence, cancer (a bit), abuse

ooc: Peyton’s in bold and Hunter’s regular. 

Words count: 3,190

Peyton was exhausted from the night before, she kept tossing & turning until she finally got up at five in the morning. Which would explain why she was at the shop bright and early before anyone else. She ran a hand over her bruise as she stared at herself in the mirror. It wasn't as bad, but at least it kind of blended in with her black eye that she had gotten from the club. She glanced over at the sunflowers that she had arrived, let out a breath as she moved around the shop and flipped the sign from close to open, along with unlocking the door.

Once she did, she moved about the shop, making sure it looked perfect and not a mess like it was The day before, when the sunflowers arrived. She pushed the sunflowers into the back of the arrangements that she had and then she went back moving things around.

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck as he drove through town, having just ended the graveyard shift earlier that morning. He had already been to his place to get some clean clothes for him and also Sebastian and was now on his way to the coffee shop for some needed morning drink.

But on his way over, he spotted the flower shop and suddenly had the idea of getting some for Quinn's place, a kind of way to brightening the home up a bit, a method for Sebastian to feel a bit better. He felt awful about himself, about having to do such small, meaningless things for Sebastian when he was going through so much, but there was nothing more he could do than that. He stopped in front of the flower shop and got out of the car, soon making it through the front door.

"Hello?" he called out as he walked in

Peyton was too focused on hiding the sunflowers that she didn't hear the bell and was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Hunter's voice. "Over here!" She called out as she backed away from the flowers with her hands out, just in case they wanted to fall over for whatever reason.

She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she headed back to the front of the shop. "Hey, how can I help you this cold, Monday morning?" She asked with a soft smile and wondered if Hunter was in for Quinn. "Also sorry for not being right in front of the store and not be with you right away, we had a ton of flowers delivered yesterday, and it was a mess. Talk about flower petals for days." She kind of joked, even though it was a lame one.

"Oh! Before I forget." Peyton said as she dug for some order forms and placed them onto the counter. "I figured that the hospital could use some fresh flowers, well not the cancer center since they can't be around flowers when they dont have an immune system, which is understandable. I was going to tell you that the other night, but it slipped my mind." She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing that she wanted to ask about Sebastian, but it wasn't her place. "However, I do have some wonderful fake flowers for that kind of situation, if you think the president of the hospital would be up for that."

Hunter looked up from where the voice seemed to come and smiled. "Hey. Well, you can help me pick up some flowers unless I'm so terribly sleep deprived that I forgot I needed a book or to buy groceries and walked into a flower shop instead." He chuckled, then shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I know all about being understaffed, so you won't hear a complaint from me."

He walked to where the sunflowers were, his hands held behind his back, as he did, then he turned around to look at her and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. I'm sure many patients would appreciate the thought. Are you talking about making some small arrangements to go by each bed or something like that?" He flinched internally when she said the words 'the other night' since he knew precisely what night she was talking about. "I'm sure the president won't have any issue with that. If anything, I'm sure he likes to keep his patients happy" he said, diverting the talk from 'that night.'

Peyton shrugged as she laughed a bit. "I do have food in the back if you're hungry." She nodded as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Good, because all of the college students happened to have midterms right now. Luckily enough, its been slow, so that's a plus."

She joined him as she hummed a bit. "I mean, we can do that. Or hold something where they can make their own flower arrangements. Do you think the kids would like that? Also, thank you for inviting me to that event last week, I'm pretty sure I had a lot of fun." She wanted to clear up what not she was talking about. "That's true." She cleared her throat a bit. "What kind of flowers are you wanting to get?"

Hunter hummed, his fingertips tapping his chin in thought. "I hadn't thought about that, and it's even a better idea. I don't mean to tell you about your own trade, but it would have to be those types of flowers with thorns or that kind that its inside pollen or stuff floats away... You know what I mean? Maybe some daisies, I don't know... What would you recommend?"

He shrugged slightly when she mentioned the event, which he only got through with because Hunter had committed to it, but on that night, his mind was back home with the two people he loved. "Thank you for coming too. I'm sure the kids had a blast, and thank you for taking care of the trick or treating committee inside the hospital for them. You should know they loved you, and they keep asking about you." He smiled at her, then looked back at the sunflowers. "These are nice."

"Well, if they're sick, I would recommend fake flowers. Since you don't want to take the chance of making them sicker." Peyton replied as she looked over at Hunter, swallowed hard, and looked back ahead at the flowers. "I mean, if you do get that kind of things, then you would be looking at a lawsuit on your hands, and we know how money-hungry people are in Riverdale." Including my father. She had thought.

Peyton nodded as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her apron and smiled softly. "You're welcome for that, and I think they did, I'm not entirely sure, but if you guys ever want me back, just say the word. You're welcome again and really? Then I guess I should swing by with candy one of these days." That day helped since she wanted something to distract her, and it did. She returned the smile and felt her smile fall a bit. The last person who wanted them was hidden somewhere like her best friend, and she didn't blame them one bit. "Yeah, they're also multicolored as well. I was hoping that they would've come in sooner, but we got them in yesterday." She pushed the memory away and cleared her throat. "I kind of moved them back here so that way they wouldn't be sold out right away."

Hunter nodded. "Most of them are, yes. And some are on remission too, so we don't want them getting sick again. So maybe fake flowers would be a better call. Also, they can play with them as long as they want, and not be concerned with the flowers dying after a couple of days. Maybe we should have a contest, see who makes the most pretty arrangement, and you could be the judge. Since you're officially called 'the flower lady' over there." He looked at her and smiled. "Would you consider volunteering at the children's wing? It wouldn't be a full-time job, nor a paid one, but you would be making the children happy. You seem to have a knack for that with them. Of course, only if you want to, just... think about it, okay?"

He looked at the flowers, then back at her and chuckled. "I wouldn't be taking a truckload of flowers, so you don't have to worry about me leaving you out of sunflowers. Could you make me a nice arrangement to go now? Please?" He hoped Sebastian would like the flowers when he saw them.

Peyton let out a small laugh and a smile as she shook her head. "The flower lady." She repeated as she looked at him, with both of her eyebrows raised and tilted her head off to the side. "Yeah, I'll think about it, and I'll let you know via text or the next time you come in for flowers."

"Not too worried about it, since it already happened once before, I heard that place smelled like here for an awhile," Peyton replied as she patted him on the shoulder and let out a sigh. "If I must." She teased him gently. "You know I would for you, Hunter." She gave him a smile as she tried to remember what colors before and grabbed some of them before she turned back around, making her bruise visible. She headed towards her table, making sure the arrangement was perfect since she had a feeling whom it was for. She walked back towards the sunflowers, grabbing a few more, and headed back to where her table was located. Once she was done, she let out a breath and took a picture of them, then put her phone back into her pocket. "Do you want me to make out a card for them?"

Hunter nodded, glad to see Peyton would consider his idea. He didn't know her all that well, other than the fact she was the owner of the best flower shop in town, but those few times they had actually interacted, he could see the sadness in her eyes, whatever the reason was. He felt that maybe, just maybe, that could do some good for her.

He followed to the front desk where she stood to fix the flowers into what he was sure would be a beautiful floral arrangement when she turned the other way and her hair also moved from her face, making the bruise on it visible to him. He frowned but didn't say anything at first, but wait until she was done. "No, it's fine. I'm delivering the flowers myself. Thanks."

He pulled his wallet out so he could pay for the flowers, then looked at her and shrugged slightly. "You want me to maybe take a look at that..." he asked, pointing discreetly to the bruise on her face.

Peyton nodded as she gave him a soft smile and placed the card back along with the pen into the drawer. "Of course." She replied as she rang him up and added a discount to the charge since she didn't feel right charging him the full price. She told him the amount, grabbed the pen, and placed it onto the counter, next to the flowers.

She froze when he pointed at her bruise from her dad's slap and swallowed some. "Uhm, sure. I beefed it on the road last night when I was heading home on my skateboard." She lied since she didn't know if Hunter would believe her. She glanced around, seeing it was the only two of them, she looked at him and motioned towards the back room. "Unless you wanted to look at it right here?"

Hunter paid for the flowers, then focused back on what he had spotted on her face. "I see," he said at first, and while he was thinking of a way in which he could convince her to let him check her up, he was glad to hear what she said next. "I'd feel much better if I did, yes."

Peyton nodded, understanding and cleared her throat once she put the money into the till. "One sec." She walked over towards the door, locked it, and flipped the sign to say 'Close.' "That way, no one could walk in and be like, 'what the hell.'" She tried to lighten the mood. She grabbed her stool from behind the counter, moved it, and placed it by him so she could sit somewhat close to him. Peyton interlaced her own fingers, put it in her lap, and waited for him to look at it. "While you're looking at my face, you should probably look at my fist, too." She raised her right hand for him to see.

Hunter chuckled. "Trust me. People in this town are used to make a big scene out of nothing. Still, good idea." He waited until she was sitting down, then also looked at her hands placed on her lap. "So... Did you beat your bike up when it threw you to the ground?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice since he knew that wasn't the kind of bruise made from a fall. He held her face between his hands carefully, his fingertips pressing around the edges of the swelling gently. "Tell me when it hurts, okay?"

Peyton nodded. "Yeah, since I don't want anyone to come after you and your girlfriend, which congrats by the way." She replied. She shook her head gently as she glanced down at her hand. "Sadly, no. The skateboard is my only transportation since my motorcycle is in the shop." She swallowed hard as she nodded slightly and winced a bit when she felt it hurt. "Right there." She looked around some and tried not to cry. "My, uh. Dad, backhanded me after I punched him in the face after he said some words that rubbed me the wrong way." Peyton said honestly, knowing that she could trust him. At least she hoped she could.

Hunter pulled his hands away when she gave signs of pain and nodded. "Sorry," he said softly, then continued to check the bruise, and also the bones around her eyes and her nose. He frowned when she explained what happened. "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you considered filing a restraining order on him or something?" He shook his head. "If he did it once, he can very well do it again." He put his hands down. "Good news is nothing feels broken on your face." He reached down and took a look at her side, slowly touching her wrist and each of her fingers. "How's that?"

Peyton shook her head at his apology. "Dont be." She whispered in returned. She let out a little laugh as she heard him. "I'm sorry for the little laugh, but I have, believed me. Back in high school, I went down to fill out one when he started to use me as his emotional punching bag. When I mean an emotional punching bag, I mean he would hit me whenever he was upset and would verbally abuse me when he was upset as well. They didn't believe me because one, it's James July, and he would never do that to his children." She paused, swallowed hard, and let out a breath when she looked away from Hunter."Also, my mom drinks, so that way, she won't have to admit it to herself that she let it happen, and that way, she won't acknowledge it. I met up with my mom, which turned out to be with them for brunch at their house last month, and she was already tipsy when I got there." She nodded as she was relieved and let him look at her hand. "It's painful in the wrist, somewhat in the fingers."

Hunter stayed in silence while he listened to Peyton, telling him about what her parents had done, or not done to her. In a way, he felt terrible for mentioning the restraining order part, since it seemed to have burst a can of worms open. "It's not broken, or I wouldn't be able to even touch it. Either way, I'd like for you to come to the hospital for some X rays on your hand and face, just to be sure. I'll be discreet about it." He put her hand back on her lap gently. "Parents can be real assholes, and I know about that."

"What about the flowers?" Peyton asked softly, looking at them and then looking back at Hunter. "For whoever they are for, I'm sure they would want them in a timely fashion." She swallowed hard. She looked back at him after he put her hand back on her lap gently and nodded slightly, not wanting to ask about his parents since she didn't want to pry. "I believe you." She bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced down a bit at her hand and looked back up at him. "I'm moving back to the Northside, and I figured I should let you know, that way if you see me in church. You wouldn't be wondering why."

Hunter groaned when he remembered he wasn't on call anymore that day, and also that he needed to be back home so that Quinn could leave. He thought about it for two seconds, then nodded. "What about if we agree to meet later today after you close the shop? I could meet you there then." He tilted his head and nodded. "Oh? That means we should see each other more often then." He looked at her and smiled, then patted her shoulder gently.

Peyton slowly nodded as she agreed. "Yeah, that works. Just don't be surprised to see my skateboard underneath my arm." She replied. Peyton scrunched up her nose with a smile when he patted her on the shoulder gently. "It definitely means that, for sure, and hopes that I won't burst into flames once I walk onto that holy ground." She let out a soft laugh, and sighed as she stood back up, carefully grabbed the stool and moved it to the back. "Thank you again." She gave him a soft smile as she went back to flipped the sign and unlocked the door. "Hopefully, that person enjoys those sunflowers."

Hunter chuckled. "I'm a resident pediatrician. Trust me, a skateboard isn't the worse thing I've seen." He walked back the other side of the counter and shook his head. "If I haven't burst into flames so far, I'm sure you should be fine." He smiled and nodded. "No problem. And I hope so too." He grabbed the flowers as carefully as he could and was about to say goodbye and leave, but instead, he looked at her. "Listen, Peyton... If you ever need anything or some help with some things, you can trust me. I can help you." He nodded at her, then walked to the door. "See you later,' he said, throwing a playful wink before he walked to his car and drove away.

Peyton laughed as she nodded, knowing that he had gotten her there. “That’s true.” She replied. “Good to know.” She watched him grab the flowers, then her eyes flickered to him when he grabbed the flowers. “Thank you for letting me know, honestly.” She chuckled as she shook her head as she went back moving things around once he left. 

[jaybakernyc]

Firsts

Jay stopped to catch his breath after he had hung up with Hunter. His jog took less of a toll on him than his anxiety over his new beau. After several seconds he moved up the steps of Hunter’s workplace, New York’s museum of natural history. 

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. The honeymoon period had been so short - Jay had already made his first big mistake and their happy bubble had burst already. Tears came to his eyes as he walked into the museum - it wasn’t even that his ego was so bruised by yet another of his mistakes at serious relationships (it already felt serious, in a really good way). What was much more awful was that he’d hurt Hunter. It was the last thing he’d ever want to do and his own heart ached at the idea of causing any more harm to this wonderful man, who had already been through so much.

The atrium crowds were thick for the holidays and it was overwhelming, especially while he was blurring his vision with tears. So Jay stepped to the side, finding a column to lean on, where he could compose himself more. He texted Hunter his location, then leaned on the cool marble and closed his eyes

@thehuntison​

[slybastiansmythe]

A PROMPOSAL

WHO: Hunter & Sebastian WHEN: Sometime before prom WHERE: Sebastian’s Apartment WHAT: Sebastian has a clever way of asking Hunter to prom WARNINGS: Pretty safe...Seb dances in his underwear, but that’s it, really. This would have been posted sooner had I remembered I was the one who saved the para.

Sebastian waited for Hunter to get to his apartment. He had left the door unlocked so he didn't have to open it for the other, yelling at him to come in when he did hear the knock on the door. With McKinley's prom coming up, Sebastian wanted a way to ask Hunter to it. After planning it out, he found his old blazer, pulling it on over his undershirt with his tie and then put on a pair of Dalton colored briefs, ready for when Hunter got there. When the other walked in, Sebastian just grinned at him, telling him to have a seat on the edge of the bed.

Hunter knew he could make it through the rest of the week but the final he'd just taken had worn him out. Everything hurt from head to toe but he knew being able to sit down and relax would fix that pretty quickly. When he saw Sebastian.... it was enough for his eyes to light up and his smile to go the slightest bit crooked. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, 'Bastian." He avoided the instructions long enough to lean in for a proper kiss but as soon as he'd had his fill Hunter settled back on the bed to watch this very, very unexpected surprise.

Sebastian kissed Hunter back happily, smiling against his lips for a moment, watching the other as he sat down. "I wanted to surprise you," he smirked gently, winking at the other before launching into Hunter's routine for Whistle. He remembered the choreography easily, singing and dancing his heart out in front of the other. Towards the end of the song, he went into his closet, pulling out two tuxes as he sang the last 'Can you blow my whistle baby as "Will you go to prom with me?"

Hunter leaned back on the bed to enjoy the show. He loved Sebastian's voice so much - left this silky feeling in his stomach he just couldn't explain - and his choreography definitely spoke of years of training in yet, years of competing in it. The song was one he knew so well and Hunter lit up as the memory filtered through. Prom was the last thing he'd expected if he was being honest but after a show like that who was he to say no? "I would be delighted babe." He was laughing at the originality but when he brought Sebastian down into another kiss it was anything but laughing.

Sebastian honestly missed performing a lot. It was something that he used to love doing so much, but hadn't gotten the chance to now that he was so busy. He never really understood the whole excitement and appeal about prom, but it was a chance to go with someone he wanted to go with and it was an excuse to put on a whole routine for Hunter. Chuckling softly, he sat the tuxes down so that he could properly wrap his arms around Hunter. "Aren't you proud of me for remembering all of that?"

Hunter couldn't believe Sebastian had even gone to the extent of getting tuxes for them, but he chuckled a little because Sebastian had to know that he'd have been a fool to say no. "Yes. Yes I am. How long did you practice that in the mirror?" He teased, hands going up to Sebastian's face and drawing him in even further, careful not to crush the tuxes as he deepened the kiss. "Mmm the thought of kissing you got me through today's final, but this was like a cherry on top. Is one of the tuxes for me?"

Sebastian didn't have a very special prom back in high school, so he wanted to do it right this time. "Hours," he teased back, kissing him against with a wide smile on his face. "How did your last final go?" He asked, moving to put the tuxes to the side so they didn't get crushed. "I'm glad I was able to surprise you," he grinned, plopping down on Hunter's lap. "No. I just wanted two options for myself," he laughed, shaking his head. "Of course one is for you, you silly."

Hunter imagined him for a moment, using the hairbrush as a microphone like a teenage girl, and he couldn't deny that the image was... amusing, but in a sweet way. "Got a 96. Bet it's because you're my good luck charm, babe." One hand dragged down Sebastian's neck, around to the base of his neck where he toyed with the hairs there, other hand going down to hold him in place. "Did you have to go hunting when I wasn't paying attention to get my measurements? That means corsages are on me."

Sebastian beamed at him. "I knew you could do it. Now we get to celebrate you being done. Me graduating soon, and then we go to Disney! Speaking of graduating soon, you're coming to California with me to watch me walk across the stage, right? It's actually the morning of prom, but we can be back in time," he shrugged. "My parent's can't even stay longer than to see me right after it's over and then they're off to something else," he chuckled, leaning against Hunter, nodding. "I had to look when you left for classes and I was going into work late."

Hunter laughed a little at how much the question didn't actually sound like a question. "Of course I am. Just need to make sure we keep the time zones in mind and get back in time to go to dinner beforehand. If we're doing the prom experience we're doing it right. Speaking of. You picking me up at my front door?" The smile was cheeky, but definitely genuine, and he let the kisses stave off enough to focus on the conversation. "I'm glad they can at least make it for that. I'm surprised you managed to make the timing work but I am suitably impressed."

Sebastian wouldn't force Hunter to be there, but he did like the idea of Hunter being at his graduation so there was someone there who actually wanted to be there with him. "I will make sure we're back in time. We'll leave right after graduation to head back and we should be back in time, I believe," he nodded, smiling. "I'll be at you door dressed in a tux. which means I'll have to leave your house before coming back to pick you up," he smiled. "I'm glad they'll be there for some of it," he nodded. "Better than not being there at all," he smiled softly. "I did what I could. I wanted it to be special."

Hunter just beamed at Sebastian, leaning in once more to steal kisses that were thankfully far from fleeting. He'd become so attuned to affection that he was giving it and asking for it much more readily. "I wouldn't miss it, babe. Just want to figure out timing so we can plan it perfectly." The idea of Sebastian dressed up so fancy was... little pulse-racing if he was being honest. "That feels like teenage levels of sneaky. In the good way. The kind of way that made everything more exciting." Something about the way he talked about his parents tugged at Hunter and he didn't know quite how to handle it. "They're proud of you, baby. So am I."

[cityboybastian-blog]

Changing Rooms and Boots

@ranchhand-clarington

Even though Sebastian was in desperate need of less fancy clothes, and a pair of boots and gloves of his own, it was the end of the week before he and Hunter had a chance to go into town and shopping.  After the first day, Sebastian had been progressively more and more exhausted at the end of each day and Friday was no different.  Still, once they had finished lunch, Sebastian pulled Hunter aside and asked about the shopping, offering to buy the other dinner in town while they were out.  

As Hunter dismissed the other men for the evening and everyone started making their way home, Sebastian leaned back against the fence, yawning slightly.  His body was not only exhausted, but sore.  The injuries he’d suffered in the car accident before leaving Paris were being constantly aggravated with the work on the ranch but Sebastian was determined not to let Clarington hear him bellyache about it.  He didn’t want to have to explain all of that to the other man.   “I don’t think I’ve been this tired, and slept this much since I was an infant,” he offered in Hunter’s direction.  

[seriously-sky-blog]

Caution

Sky put her phone down after texting hunter and let out a deep breath, she hadn't seen her ex in a while and the idea of them hanging out was bad for her nerves. She got in the shower, contemplating what to wear and of course how to do her hair and make up. Why was she so set on making a good impression, it's not like she cared what he had thought, she was quickly starting to regret accepting the invitation but he must have wanted to see her, right? Why else would he have reached out to her? By the time her thought process was over the water had gone cold, she twisted the knob. "Fuck," she mumbled once she realized all the hot water was gone. She turned off the water and stepped out the shower, she was prepared for a long night. Once she was completely ready she stood in front of the mirror; her hair in deep waves, she was wearing ripped black denim, a halter top and a jean jacket. She left her make up natural, she didn't want to make too much of a statement. "You got this," she mumbled before grabbing her car keys. She arrived at Hunter's fairly quickly, a combination of him living close and her speeding, she checked her appearance one more time before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door. She raised her hand to knock, put it down and turned back for the car. 'This is crazy,' she thought as she chewed on her bottom lip, she took a deep breath and turned back towards the door. "Hey, I'm here. " she texted him, her fingers running through her hair as she hit send. She prayed that they could hold composure for one night.

[longhornteddy-blog]

You Don’t Know Me Like That || Hunteddy

@semper-clarington

Knuckles pounded against the hanging sandbag, broad muscles flexing and tensing with every movement. There was a certain ferocity to his punches, his teeth gritted together and grunts spilled out of his mouth alongside every punch. Sweat collected over his bare body, causing his chiseled muscles to glisten under the lighting in the gym, and he knew that he probably smelled, but he didn’t care. He was in the zone. All of his aggression. All of his anger. He focused it on the sandbag.

Most people wouldn’t have expected Teddy to partake in such a violent sport, even recreationally, but there was something about it that just... calmed him. Outside of the gym and outside of the gridiron, he was Teddy Bear Fabray, the soft-spoken, kind-hearted man. But in the gym? He was a different animal entirely. Every frustration he had with the world, with himself, with his father... it all drifted away. With every punch sent against the sandbag, more and more of his anger and his restlessness drifted out... 

But what he hadn’t expected was to get an audience, so after a few more minutes, Teddy grabbed the sandbag and stilled it for a brief moment, large chest heaving as he took in a solid breath of air, before he turned around to head to the nearby bench where his bag, and water bottle, sat... Only he saw a familiar face nearby. Hunter Clarington.

“Oh. Hunter...” Teddy paused, giving a timid and friendly smile - dimples etching into his pale cheeks as he stared at the other defensive linemen. “Uh... Hi.”

[thddlston]

While in the midst of conversation with an old friend outside, Tom couldn’t help but notice a familiar face and two small children a few feet away. He gave a soft smile at the toddlers, as it brought up the reminder of his own daughter, though she were much smaller. Redirecting his attention back to his conversation, both of them were brought out of it to one of the toddler’s having a fit. Though the Brit figured it was over such a small matter, his brows furrowed in slight concern as he watched the father struggle. He clapped his mate on the shoulder as he shivered through a cold chill and bid him farewell, his body automatically turning towards the other male as he offered an embarrassed apology. Tom shook his head, immediately reassuring him as he approached the small family. “Don’t worry about it, I love kids. I’ve got a four-month-old,” Tom said, glancing down at the other boy having a field-day in the snow, winking at him once he caught his eye, before assuming it would be good to introduce himself. “Tom, Tom Hiddleston.” He nodded politely. “Can I be of help with this one?” He asked, more-so to the sobbing toddler, making a silly face and noises to go along with it.

Hunter let out a frustrated sigh, putting the winter hats on his sons for what had to be the fifth time today. When they kept them on for more than two seconds he thought he was in the clear until Knox took his off again and went to throw it, he grabbed it right before it hit the snow. He put it back on the little boys head once again, however this time the toddler had enough and started screaming and sobbing; throwing himself down on the snow covered ground. Hunter immediately picked him up off the ground, struggling immensely to hold onto him; gently trying to quiet him down before noticing someone standing not too far from them. A wave of embarrassment washed over him and he gave a sheepish look "sorry...I, um." He started, unable to find the right words "sorry if we're disturbing you." He finished, still trying to console Knox, Nash finally giving in and keeping the hat on his head while playing in the snow.

@hollyweirdstarters

[nycquinn]

thehuntison​​:

Celebration || NYE Group Para

“Just in case I do something like this- or worse?” Hunter countered.  “Especially after the museum.  It seems I could tell my life was crumbling; but didn’t realize it.”   He narrowed his eyes and raised one brow. “You didn’t find them.  I did.  So by your logic, I should be keeping them.”  Hunter shook his head.  “I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.  I want to take care of it tonight.  And there is no need to call any doctor.  If you open the bottle and look– they’re not exactly… prescribed.  All the more reason to get rid of them for good.”  

Hunter shrugged.  “I guess Rob and Karen might.  They put me up after the museum.  Santana really doesn’t like me though- which is whatever, honestly.  I think she’d rather see Seb with anyone but me; Jay, Marc, some random guy, alone….” he trailed off.  Hunter shook his head.  “No need for Jay to come out.  I’m kind of hoping he might be setting up something special for us, and I’d hate to take him away from that,” he smiled.

Hunter looked at Quinn confused.  “What?  No, I’m not worried about that. I just meant, it makes sense.  He keeps his people close and when he actually cares about someone, that doesn’t really go away.  And he’s always going to be important to me.   He’s one of my closest friends.  He’s one of Jay’s closest friends.  We’re family.  And anyone else that comes along is going to have to accept us that way.”  

Quinn nodded, not saying anything, hearing him out at first. She replied quietly. “The museum was the beginning of the end for you and Seb. It’s a big step, even if it’s the right one. And this is the official end. The end of the end. I’m, we’re, we’re worried that yes, you might get anxious about the change, what’s going to happen, how Sebastian is going do without you. 

‘It would be natural for anyone in your position to feel a bit itchy, to do something to take the edge off of your anxiety. Seb’s drinking too much, but we there’s a battalion of our friends, plus his friend Marc, making sure he doesn’t do anything dangerous. If it were Puck, we’d be making he wasn’t having too much MJ. If it were me, you guys would be making sure I was eating enough and not going crazy on the Peloton, right?” She got up and walked into the bathroom, pills in hand. While her back was turned to him, she popped the top off of the pill bottle.  “Ok, let’s take care of it tonight,” she said as she poured the pills into the toilet. She flushed them, coming back to him with a sympathetic face. “Are there more?” 

She shook her head. “Santana is protective of Seb. She just didn’t like you with Seb. That’s different than not liking you. She does have love for you, all of the Ohio crowd. i wouldn’t lie to you, you know that. Believe me, you’d know if she didn’t like you as a person, even a little bit. And okay, she did like Seb with Jay, but when they broke up she also didn’t mind. Now, I think she likes Seb alone.”

Quinn nodded when Hunter spoke about always being in Sebastian’s life. She was relieved to hear it. “So, do you want to walk to Jay’s, or do you Seb to call his driver?”

[jaybakernyc]

No-no-no-no 12/22

A sharp, bright white light stabbed its way below Jay’s eyelids a few mornings after they’d gone caroling. He closed his eyes more tightly, willing himself to fall back asleep. He sensed it was before 10AM. It was way too early to be awake while he was on vacation. 

But his thoughts betrayed him, beginning to form and wake him up further, starting with the wish for his sleep mask. But he  refused to reach for it in his bedside table, worried that the movement would wake him up more. 

He burrowed under the covers more instead, blocking out light, but making breathing more difficult. As his breathing grew more challenged he realized something else...something bad. His blue eyes opened and his expression grew disappointed and a bit worried. 

He had a sore throat.

@thehuntison​

[cityboybastian-blog]

Kick the Dust Off || Huntbastian

Sebastian moaned as the cab pulled to a stop infront of the main house.  It was dark, well after midnight and the lights were all off.  ”Merde,” he groaned as he got out of the cab and waited for the driver to get his bags out, tapping his leather loafers against the gravel of the road that lead to the main house.  He pulled several bills from his wallet and thrust them at the man, not even bothering to look at them, but judging by the smile on his face, it more than covered the fare.  ”Merci.” He dragged his bags up to the porch and slid them under the swing.  There was no way he was dragging his bags all the way across the property, and he knew with the lights off that the door to the main house would be locked and armed, and damn if Sebastian remembered the code even if he still had his keys.  He crossed the property to a small cottage.  Growing up, it had been where Sebastian would retreat when he needed time away from everyone, where he’d pretend he wasn’t someone stuck in the middle of no where, and as a teenager, it was where he often brought back his “friends”.  He reached above the door, to a loose sideboard and felt around until his fingers met cool metal and he smiled.  The lock opened easily and even though it was dark Sebastian was able to maneuver silently to the couch and collapse against it; drifting off into sleep and wishing when he woke up he was anywhere but here.para:

[askthewarblerblaine]

Numb || Blainter

TAGGING → Blaine Anderseon & Hunter Clarington

LOCATION  → Dalton Academy Dorms (Hunter’s room)

TIME FRAME → Friday, April 29, 2016

GENERAL NOTES → Blaine overhears a conversation in the commons and while at first he is unsure what to do, he knows he has to confront Hunter.

WARNINGS → Discussion of minor sexual assaults (kisses), underage, and general angst.

After his conversation about uniforms and costumes with Jeff, Blaine was curious to see if there was anything about it in the Warbler archives.  He headed towards the commons, hoping to do a little research.  Just as he was about to enter the room, he heard a familiar voice, although it seemed softer, and more unsure than he’d ever heard it before.  Blaine hung back, hand over his mouth as he listened to the exchange between Hunter and some male voice Blaine didn’t recognize.  He could barely believe what he was hearing.  

Blaine knew Hunter would be beyond humiliated if he knew Blaine was standing there listening, but he couldn’t make himself walk away.  He heard footsteps approaching and Blaine quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to busy himself with it.  It wasn’t Hunter however, that rounded the corner, but rather one of the facility staff, a maintenance man, or janitor, who didn’t even give Blaine a second look.  Warbler uniforms and costumes long forgotten, the curly haired Warbler didn’t know if he should approach Hunter right now or not.  Afraid of making the situation worse, he headed quickly back to his dorm room.  

However, back in his room, Blaine wasn’t able to let go what he’d just overheard.  Changing out of his uniform and putting on something more casual, Blaine found himself standing outside of Hunter’s door.  He raised his hand and knocked, still not knowing what he was going to say, and perhaps nothing needed to be said, but knowing he couldn’t leave Hunter alone with what he knew now.  

[dreamingofasmythechristmas]

Tell Me All Your Secrets || Huntbastian

Who: Hunter and Sebastian

Where: Smythe house library/music room

When: Evening of Monday, December 7

What: Hunter gathers his courage to talk to his friend about what has been going on with him. 

Warnings: Mention of possible alcohol abuse, alcoholics, and possible depression.

Sebastian: grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen and made his way to the library/music room. He dimmed the lights, and put some light instrumental Christmas music on before he sat down at the window seat and waited for Hunter.

Hunter left his phone in the bed, slowly getting up and out of the room. It wasn't that he was sure how much of this he was ready to tell Sebastian, but he was willing to give it a shot. He had a feeling the other wouldn't mind too much if he suddenly backed out. Soon, he entered the library/music room and joined Sebastian by the window. "Hi..."

Sebastian: "Hey," Sebastian said softly, passing the bottle of wine to Hunter. "Thought you might want the first drink." He pulled one leg up and tucked it under his body, dangling the other over the edge. He looked out the window. "It looks like it might snow soon," he said casually.

Hunter: It wasn't that Hunter thought of it as an incredibly good idea, but he figured he might need to if he was going to get through with any of this, so he quickly got the bottle opened and chunked a great deal down before even saying anything else. After a moment, he proceeded to pass the bottle back to Sebastian. "Snow would be good," he mumbled, voice trailing off at the end.

Sebastian: watched as Hunter downed a good portion of the bottle of wine. He took the bottle back and took a swig of his own. "We should go get a tree," he mused. "Get this place feeling all warm and Christmasy. I invited Marley to help trim the tree, if you don't mind. She said she'd bring Christmas cookies." Sebastian knew he was rambling but he couldn't help it. He just hoped if he kept rambling Hunter might jump in at some point.

Hunter: kept his eyes focused on his hands. They were nervously drumming against his knee and it wouldn't surprise him if Sebastian could feel how nervous he was about this. Even if he didn't look up, he still managed to give the other a nod. "That would be cool, yeah. Marley is cool."

Sebastian: "I told her I didn't think you'd have a problem with it, but you know, she doesn't want to be a third wheel or something." He smiled at Hunter even though the other wasn't looking at him, and reached out, covering one hand that was drumming against his knee. He bent his head, trying to get his face down into Hunter's line of sight. "It's just me Hunter."

Hunter: "It's no problem," he whispered, biting his lip down once again as Sebastian's hand touched his. Maybe he was overreacting, but it was a sensitive subject to him. "We won't third wheel her." Sebastian moving closer and trying to catch his eyes only got him to reach out for the bottle once more, taking another big sip, this time not letting go of the bottle. "I've never really talked about it with anyone but my mother, so I'm sorry for making this a bigger deal than it probably is."

Sebastian: "No...no," Sebastian chided gently. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like this wasn't a big deal. Obviously it's a big deal to you and that means it's a big deal to me too. I just mean that no matter what, there is nothing you could ever tell me that would..." he breathed out a breath, "...nothing is going to change what I think about you."

Hunter: With another sip of the wine down, Hunter finally got himself together and faced his friend. "No, it's... really not a big deal. I don't know." He sighed and tried to smile at the other for a brief second. "What is it exactly that you think about me?" He asked, trying to make time pass for a little longer before actually opening up about it.

Sebastian: smiled at his friend, cheeks flushing a little red. "Well, first and foremost, you're my best friend. One of the greatest guys I know." He pulled the bottle from Hunter's grasp, taking a larger drink than before. "You're good looking, and funny. Generous to those you deem worthy." Sebastian swallowed thickly. "And you're a really good kisser and make me feel... you make me feel a lot of things honestly."

Hunter: nodded once again, not really sure how to react at this point. If he had to be honest, he agreed with all Sebastian just said. The other way around, of course. But it was nice to know that the feelings or whatever this was, was being returned. "Have I..." Hunter's voice trailed off as he considered if this was really the right way to start the conversation. "Uh, have I ever told you about my father?"

Sebastian: sucked in a breath. If this had something to do with Hunter's father, then yes, it was a big deal. It wasn't something Hunter talked about at all. "Not much. Just that he's not in the picture and that it's better that way." He squeezed Hunter's hand gently.

Hunter: "Oh," Hunter sighed. Not that he was surprised, but things would have been easier if Sebastian had known. "Well, my father..." Figuring that it would be safer for him to do so now, he grabbed the bottle and drank a great deal of what was left. "My father had a little, uh, problem. With alcohol."

Sebastian: "Oh," Sebastian breathed. He studied the other man in front of him. Wasn't that usually something that followed along in families. Maybe they shouldn't be drinking so much. He eyed he bottle but said nothing. "Did he ever get help for it, or was he one of those guys who actually thought he didn't have a problem?"

Hunter: felt the need to avoid eye contact again so he looked back down on their hands, squeezing Sebastian's tightly. "He was one of those guys..." he sighed, gently putting the bottle down. "But, I mean, it wasn't like he was a terrible father. I don't know. Maybe he was. It's not like I've had anyone else." His finger tapped against the bottle and he had to bite down his lip again. "He's the reason my mother decided to spend all our remaining money to send me off to Dalton, I think."

Sebastian: shuffled a little closer to Hunter. He didn't let go of Hunter's hand, but he put his other arm on Hunter's shoulder. "Well, it's a good thing she did. I don't know how else we would crossed paths without Dalton. And that... would be the worst." Perhaps he was making light of it, but Sebastian meant what he was saying. He couldn't even imagine his life without Hunter as his best friend. The only thing that made Dalton and Ohio any bit bearable on a daily basis had been Hunter's friendship.

Hunter: let himself fall into Sebastian's side, trying to get himself together. At least he was talking about it, right? He was thankful of Sebastian. If he hadn't been able to squeeze the other's hand, he wasn't sure he would have gotten through with this. "Yeah, it's..." he didn't entirely know what do say, but he wanted to let Sebastian know how much this meant to him. "I'm happy, I got to meet you."

Sebastian: As Hunter fell against him, Sebastian let himself move a little closer, rubbing at the other man's back. It was a little surreal, seeing Hunter like this. There was a reason Sebastian often saw him as a Lion. Loyal, fierce, a leader, and regal. Getting to see this softer, vulnerable side of Hunter did nothing to diminish those feelings either. If anything, Sebastian saw just how strong Hunter was, had been, all these years. "I've got you," he whispered softly.

Hunter: Feeling like this wasn't something Hunter liked. Not even a little bit, not even at all. Not even if Sebastian made him feel a little more okay with everything. He hated feeling weak. "I'm just... scared," he admitted after a moment of silence, finally looking up at his green-eyes friend. "Because honestly, it feels as if I'm already a good way down the road of ending up like that."

Sebastian: "Of ending up like him?" Sebastian asked softly. "You couldn't. The fact that you even realize you might be, has to mean that you're not going to end up like him." The taller man leaned his head against Hunter's. "Is there anything I can do? Maybe... I mean, we've kind of been drinking a lot since you got here. Every day a little bit of something... that might not be for the best."

Hunter: "Well, yeah," Hunter admitted, nodding slowly. It had always worried him - and his mother as well. She had been afraid he would end up like his father, but he had tried to brush it off as it was nothing, hoping he would be able to manage it himself. "That's the thing, you know. It's not just a little bit a few days while I've been here, but more like... a medium amount every day for a while now."

Sebastian: nodded. "So... us loosing touch, it's been because what? You've been busy drinking? You didn't want me to know you were drinking?" Something clenched at the green-eyed man's heart and not in a good way. "What is a medium amount Hunter? And how is that affecting school?" He tried to keep the worry, and any judgement from his voice but he would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned. "Is there... is there something that triggered this? That set off this set of events?"

Hunter: "It's not exactly something to be proud of, Sebastian." He managed to keep his voice low, not wanting to carry this conversation on anymore though he was quite certain Sebastian wouldn't let him walk away from it now. "I don't know, Sebastian. Not enough to send me to the hospital. And it's been less since I got here," he mumbled. "Well, I know that it all started with the parties. Like... a lot of parties. It seemed more interesting than spending my life on something I really didn't want to."

Sebastian: "I.. okay, yeah. I just," Sebastian stopped rubbing Hunter's back, using the hand to run through his hair. The other hand still had a firm grip on Hunter's and he gave it a squeeze again. "I guess I'm just sad that at some point you got the idea you couldn't come to me, couldn't talk to me about this before now." The green eyed man shook his head. "I'm not exactly going to do the right thing here. I never do. I guess that's something; that it hasn't been enough to send you to the hospital. And that it's been less since you got here." Sebastian tried to pull Hunter closer, as if he could just shield him somehow from everything. "Now what? You've got what, a semester left on a degree that you don't really want?" He hated the fear he could hear in his own voice, and he bit back a dozen more questions he wanted answers to. Namely, how the hell was Sebastian supposed to be with Hunter, getting increasingly closer and closer to him, developing feelings he never thought he'd ever have for anyone else ever again, and then let the guy go back to Minnesota alone? How many nights would Sebastian stay awake worrying about his friend thousands of miles away? How long before Hunter stopped returning calls, and texts, and emails again. The green eyed man could feel tears pricking at his eyes and he squeezed them shut, willing them not to fall at all.

Hunter: wasn't really sure how he was supposed to do now, so he just let his head rest against Sebastian's chest to listen to his heart beat. It was oddly calming and Hunter needed that right now. At least he had gotten it out, right? That was a big-ass step. But what would happen once Christmas time was over and Sebastian wasn't there anymore? He would go back to Minnesota, back to the people he was used to seeing, possibly back into how things used to be. And then what? Would they loose what they had going on? Would he stop returning the phone calls and text messages once again? The scariest part was that he didn't have any idea. "I don't want to go back," he whispered after what felt like a few minutes. "I know that I have to and that I'm going to. It's just... I don't know how to do it."

Sebastian: let go of Hunter's hand and just used both arms to wrap around his friend. He hugged him as hard as he dared, a close as he could. "I wish I could tell you not to," Sebastian whispered back honestly. "I wish I could tell you to stay here, or go to New York with Marley, or just go home to your mom. I wish I ask you to come to Boston with me." He choked back a laugh that threatened to turn into a sob. "You're going to go back, because you know you have to. It's... there's not long left Hunt. But you're going to do it the same way ​we always​ do; we'll figure it out. We'll figure it out together, and I'm not going to let you feel like you're alone." Sebastian took a deep breath. "I'm going to say something and I need you not to freak out, okay. Just let me get through it first and then freak out on me if you have to." He paused for a moment, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. "I love you. Not like I'm ​ in love​ with you, but who the hell knows at this point. But yeah, I do. You're hands down the most important person in the world to me that I'm not blood related to. You are my family. And if you ever, ever, need anything, I want you to know you can come to me. You can call me at 4 in the morning, you can text me in the middle of the night, you can show up at my door unannounced, and it's always going to be okay." The taller man paused for a moment. "We have a couple of weeks, almost a month before you go back. Let's just enjoy it, and each other, and we'll figure out what you'll do when you go back. And then we'll focus on the rest after that."

Hunter: As much as Hunter enjoyed having Sebastian's hand to hold, it was nice having a pair of arms around him. It made him feel a little bit safer and he was happy that Sebastian was even trying to be there for him. They weren't very used to having those heartfelt moments, but they managed. If he should say so himself, that is. "It's gonna be a long semester," he breathed out and soon let his arms relax on his knees. He appreciated being here with Sebastian, talking this through and he was lucky to have such a great friend that was willing to be here for him right now. "I love you too," he whispered back after a while. There was no use in holding back that. Sebastian was the second most important person in his life, right after his mother and it was important for him to let the other know, even if it was words he had never expected to say out loud. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. I'll figure it out. Thank you, Sebastian."

Sebastian: nodded in agreement. There was no doubt in his mind that it would be long. "But then it's done and over." The green eyed man sighed softly. "Then we'll figure out something new for you. Something you're going to love." Sebastian sat there for a while, just holding Hunter, waiting to feel him tense up, or push away, wanting to leave, but he didn't. He turned his head and looked out the window. It was snowing. Big, fluffy, white flakes tumbled from the darkened sky. He was about to say something when he heard Hunter's whispered words. "We'll figure it out," he parroted back with a grin. I meant what I said Clarington, you are not alone. I might never have known him, but I'm not going to let you turn into him." Sebastian let go of Hunter, and got up, turning the lights down even more before he returned to the seat, leaning back against the side, and bringing one leg up and stretching it out along the window. He reached for Hunter again, trying to settle him against his chest. "It's snowing. Look how beautiful everything looks. Fresh. New."

Hunter: They didn't really need words. It wasn't an awkward silence, just nice and relaxing. Not talking about it made Hunter feel a little more chill about this whole thing. Sebastian had made him feel almost alright. He didn't know how or why, but he felt as if he could manage. They could do this. A short nod seemed to be enough of a reply to what Sebastian said and once the other had left the window, Hunter moved so he could look out a little. Snow reminded him a little bit about home and it got a small smile on his face. With Sebastian back, Hunter proceeded to lean against the taller male's chest, just looking out the window. "We should go out there at some point," he whispered, reaching out for the other's hand. "Is there anyway I can even thank you for being here for me?"

Sebastian: Once Hunter leaned into him again, Sebastian's arms instinctively went around the other man. If you'd told him that a few months ago, he would have laughed in your face. But somehow, this thing with Hunter was so easy that he didn't even need to think about what he needed to do. "We will," Sebastian said quietly. "Tomorrow, we'll go get a tree, build a snowman, take a walk, whatever you want." He twinned his fingers of one hand with Hunter's, the other arm still holding him close. Sebastian pressed a kiss against his head. "Let's find you something that makes you happy. That's all the thanks I need, is for you to be happy." He yawned slightly; the drain of their conversation beginning to show. Coupled with the darkness of the room, the quietness, and the warmth of Hunter's body against his, Sebastian began to feel tired. But he wasn't ready to let go of Hunter just yet.

Hunter: wasn't sure what had made the difference, but he knew that he didn't mind them growing closer at all. This moment could last for as long as it wanted to and Hunter wouldn't mind one bit. "Sounds nice," his voice ended up a little like a yawn, but who cared at this point? They were both tired and Hunter could feel it. Maybe going to bed wouldn't be such a bad idea, but it meant letting go of this and he wasn't sure he wanted to.

Sebastian: "Are you tired?" Sebastian squeezed Hunter's hand gently. "Maybe you should go to bed, get some sleep." But he didn't make any movement to get up, or let Hunter get up. "Maybe I could... come with you. Just sleep; like the night Marley stayed over. If you want." Sebastian was glad they were whispering, as it covered the wobble in his voice, the uncertainty he felt. This was something new for him, feeling as if he didn't know what someone wanted from him. "Or we can stay here a little longer."

Hunter: nodded gently and squeezed Sebastian's hand back, but he didn't make much effort to move either. This was nice and comfortable, and maybe he just didn't want Sebastian gone. When the other suggested they could sleep together, Hunter nodded once again. It wasn't that he minded being here, but saying no to spending the night cuddled up to his green-eyed friend wasn't something he was planning on saying no to. "Just sleep would be nice," he admitted. "Very nice."

Sebastian: "I promise you I'm not trying to get into your pants Hunt," he teased softly with a wink. "Why don't you go on ahead? I'll go make sure everything is locked up for the night and change into some sweats." The green eyed man loosened his hold on his friend. It was getting increasingly difficult to refer to Hunter just as that though, with how close they were getting. But it was true, what he'd said to Marley, putting any kind of label on them was a lot of pressure. And the last thing Sebastian wanted to do was put any pressure on Hunter. In fact, Sebastian was more determined than ever now, to make sure the other man had the best possible holiday now.

Hunter: After having jumped down from the window, Hunter turned to peck Sebastian's cheek - sort of like a thank you. "That sounds good to me," his voice was a bit stronger and much less of a whisper at this point. Things had calmed down a bit and it wasn't too horrible to speak up. After a few seconds, he turned around to walk back towards his room. "See you there."

[thehuntison]

A  Night at the Museum-Interude ||Hunt-Jay

After the unfortunate incident with Blaine Anderson, Sebastian and Rob had disappeared, no doubt because Sebastian needed to smoke and drink.  He didn’t understand how Anderson could still affect Sebastian after all this time.  It was a little insulting, actually, and to make matters worse, their display wasn’t going to go over well with Catie, the museum board or the donors.  Even though he and Sebastian gave as good as they got in the matter, in Hunter’s eyes, this was 100% on Blaine Anderson.  

Hunter could feel the meds he’d taken earlier wearing off a bit already.  And he still didn’t have a drink.  Sighing, he headed to the drink table and ordered himself a double sidecar.  His hand slipped into his pocket, fingering the extra pills still here.  Hunter headed for a mostly quiet corner, and pulled the pills out of his pocket, taking two and gulping them down with his drink.  When he turned back around, to attempt and join the party, Hunter found himself practically eye to eye to Jay.

“Well hello.  Don’t you look gorgeous?” Hunter purred.  “Finally decide to come find me and collect on that drink or something?”

@jaybakernyc​

[jaybakernyc]

St. Luke’s

It was 11:30PM Thanksgiving night and Sebastian was snoring next to Hunter, his iPad and Jett in his lap. It had all been a recipe for sound sleeping: the sumptuous meal that included at least 3-4 dishes made especially for Sebastian; the many glasses of wine; and most of all the doting Dean family, from smiling Grandfather Dean to Rob’s sister’s family’s tiny new puppy, who had romped with Jett. 

Then the iPad lit up with a text:

Hi Sebastian, It’s Karie, Jay’s mom. You’re probably asleep but if you aren’t could you send me Jay’s health insurance info with your Dad? He’s been in a car accident. He’s ok, just a bit scraped up, and a mild concussion but the doctors aren’t worried at all. But they are keeping him overnight since it’s so late and just as a precaution. The nurses here at St. Luke’s say it’s okay to send the info in the morning, but if you have time to send it tonight they can get a jump on their paperwork. I’m sure Jay will text you in the morning. Hope you and the Deans are having a wonderful Thanksgiving. 

@thehuntison​

[messagesebastian-blog]

Extra Credit | Huntbastian

Who: messagesebastian, messagehunterclarington

What: Sebastian and Hunter get together for some studying.

When: May 2015

Where: Hunter’s place

SEBASTIAN:

Hunter’s place was not too far from Sebastian’s, so he had decided to walk. It was a breezy May evening and he hadn’t been out of his apartment much since finals had started. He’d been going to campus to take his tests and then coming straight back home to study. It had been a lonely week, but it had also been a productive week. He couldn’t complain about how he was feeling about his finals because he knew he was doing great. Being alone was something Sebastian was good at, but when Hunter invited him over, he had been more than just happy to get out of his apartment and head over to his best friend’s. In fact, he’d been ecstatic.

He really hadn’t intended to hang out with Hunter so much this year. Not at all. In fact, most of the time, Hunter was intolerable and opinionated and uptight, but that was part of what Sebastian liked about him. He was so different from him. The feeling that rose in his chest whenever he made Hunter laugh or smile had been oppressed in Sebastian’s mind to strictly being a friendly feeling, but he wasn’t so sure if that was true anymore.

Starting the walk up to Hunter’s apartment, he tried not to think about it and instead thought about the books (and the bottle of wine) in his backpack. He was hoping the studying would dissolve quickly so they could just drink and talk, but he knew Hunter would want to work. He knocked on the door and yelled, “Hunter, it’s me!”